Tell Me About The Dreams You've Had Where You Hear Music

I'm on a stage in a strange venue in a basement of a stranger building. The ceiling is only about 6" from my head, and all the lights are out. My friend Chris Woodall (who's a bassist I was playing with a lot at the time) is there. I push down one key on my keyboard, and the opening sequenced-organ riff of The Who's "Teenage Wasteland" plays, but all the lights are still out. I hold a roll of duct tape up in the air just as the "DUH...DAH NAH..." kicks off, and all the lights come on and the crowd screams, as if to say "WOO HOO FOR DUCT TAPE!". I tear off a piece and tape the key down and suddenly am wearing a guitar and sing "TEENAGE WASTELAAAAND" as we launch fully into the song. It was even stranger in that the fellow Chris I mentioned above and I were laughing hysterically through the whole thing; not something that happens a lot in my dreams.

I had a dream once where I was going to watch Slint practice. All the songs they played don't exist.

I had another dream once where I was going to see a show in somebody's basement in Louisville. A bunch of people I know from bands that actually existed were in this band that played the basement, and the music itself was really loud, noisey kind of hardcore or something. I think the dream was set in winter, I remember it being cold.

Sometimes I dream music that has nothing to do with any context of a band or anything, and I wonder if there's anyway I could write it down/record it in reality. I have similar dreams for other media: the other night I dreamt I wrote a book, kinda like a Catch-22-style parody of FBI agents, and in the dream I was acting out what happened in the book. Wish I had written that shit down.

Had a dream where I figured out a new drumbeat, though, and I actually remembered it well enough to do it while awake!

About a month ago I had a dream that Nirvana was going to play at the college I used to go to, in one of these little school-owned houses that are used as dorms. I went to see them, there were only about 10 other people there. They started to play, but Kurt broke his guitar. I said he could use mine, he borrowed it, but then he said the neck was too thick and he couldn't play it. So I said I would play, but for some reason I couldn't remember any Nirvana songs, even though in real life I can play a few and could probably fake my way through most others. Kurt got mad.

Let the phallocentric/homoerotic dream interpretations begin!

Also, two weeks ago I dreamt I was making out with Kylie Minogue. I don't know if that counts either.

I second that, and it's always the most amazing stuff, isn't it? Mine usually sounds like Massive Attack or PJ Harvey.

I woke up and was too lazy to hum the tune into my MiniDisc before it faded.

But my traumatic dream was that I was walking down a snow-covered street and Queen drove up behind me. (Well, I remember that Brian May was in the car & I just assumed that the other guys were Queen) .. The car followed me at a walking pace .. and then an announcer starting counting down as a series of amber lights lit up on the front of the car (blue Impala or Caprice). When the last light lit up (like a drag racing tree) Brian May gunned it. I ran to the side & that's all I remember.

This dream happened in 1977. I was 11. I didn't listen to my Queen records for about 6 months.

And if I ever see Brian May, I'm going to chase him down with my car - see how he fuckin' likes it.

Had a dream once where I was in a classroom and Thom Yorke was putting on a solo show. Don't remember any songs he played though.

Back when I was rabid about Tori Amos, I had a dream with her beautiful b-side "Alamo." All I can remember is hearing that song and when I woke up I couldn't for the life of me remember what release the song was from. Then I was listnening to the Talula single one day and it hit me.

Last week I had a more pleasent dream. I was at a show, watching John Coltrane. The band had just played the theme to some mad uptempo skronk thing, like Ascension (but not Ascension). Coltrane started to solo, I woke up, and what I'd thought was his Sax was actually the bedroom door creaking as my 3yr old son came in the room.

After a house party (empties everywhere) I was chased by a black panther to the tune of Memphis Bleek's "Is That Your Bitch?"

I led a procession down the halls of my high school, a massive march to the tune of Samantha Fox's "Touch Me (I Want Your Body)."

R.E.M. performed using a pseudonym at a dive bar under the Mississippi Bridge (Louisiana side). They played a spot on cover of CCR's "Down on the Corner."

music you dreamt

a few months ago, i woke up right after dreaming this amazing pop song tailor-made for frat and sorority kids to enjoy (and buy). it's a big, sing-along, acoustic-backed song that fades up amidst "a people talking at a party" crowd noises. the verses are as catchy and anthemic as most songs' choruses; the choruses and bridges are just devastating! i still have the melody and some lyrics in my head; it would be a tremendous success if i knew how to play guitar and record it.

feb 13 2003
my boss, jon secada, sang me happy birthday in spanish at a party for my last day of work. i pretended it was the happiest moment of my life when really i wanted to tell him he was a cocksucker and he could take this job and shove it, etc. i have never actually heard jon secada, ever.

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mar 10 2003
my pal was sleeping in my room and (alarmingly) i came in with a mega-hardon and straddled him. he woke but didn't really say anything. i wanted to change the music that was playing - portishead - and i held up bowie's outside cd, which i'd lent him, and asked if he liked it. he more or less told me to fuck off but then we open mouth kissed for a good while. we probably could've fucked, even. but (thankfully) i dawdled too long or something and my cock went soft and i split.

later i ended up at the same pal's house for a big clothing sale but here music was blaring so impossibly loud i couldn't even hear myself yelling "does this jacket make me look like a dude out of voltron?!!" i'd tried turning the stereo off but none of the buttons worked, of course.

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mar 11 2003
i was trying to impress my five-years-ex-gf with some australian stooges-type band (who weren't radio birdman) doing a live set in my living room/radio station. they played a song that was supposed to start off quietly before turning into a real howler but it just went on and on and on and on with the quiet bit because i needed to do something i couldn't figure to trigger thee rock. in any case, my ex wasn't impressed.

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may 30 2003
my pal was trying to show me some snowboard trick but his board turned into a record so we sat in the snow and listened to it. it appeared to be some jim morrison & ray manzarek triple lp. but it was some serious jim + james williamson raw power shit. it started off with a track called "suze rock" that was raw as fuck. just amazing. the next track was some slower "five to one" type thing as if it were a two-track kill city demo. i can't remember the lyrics but my pal was singing along like a jerk. i was kinda impressed/terrified he was so into his morrison impression but when the song was over he was so embarrassed that he refused to lend me the records. i was just begging.

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jul 28 2003
my former (actual) boss and i were heading down an escalator to an underground parking lot when i spotted amanda bynes through the window. she had a sickenly narrow waist, like she'd been wearing a corset for seventeen years, and an ugly tattoo on her right shoulder blade. but we were excited nonetheless and we sang "manda manda manda manda manda shoooww!!!!" all the way down. everyone thought we were kee-razy.

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there have also been tons of pop star cameos like dr. dre the veterinarian, trick daddy hanging out in my kitchen watching hockey in my front yard, black-haired xtina about a month prior to "fighter" debut, chilling on the beach with missy elliott lamenting aaliyah's passing, etc. i like to rap in my dreams too.

Dreamt that Liam Gallagher had written an actually good song 🤣🤣🤣🤣

But wait, there's more. The song was a series of duets. For each verse, a different personality would sit in a chair opposite Liam and proceed to slag him off in song.

Then Liam would have the chance to defend himself in the chorus as his counterpart gets up grimly from the chair and gives it to the next person.

So basically a succession of people singing about what a chump Liam Gallagher is while he unsuccessfully tries to convince them otherwise.

I had to admit, in my dream, that it was unusually funny, sad and self-deprecating